Your knees finally raced against the sides of your desk and I can see all of you. so pink, tender. Begging for attention. Your lips swelling with pres...sure, and excitement. I can see a slight glisten on one of your lips from where you're beginning to leak out just a little bit. Here, let me clean that off for you. With an outstretched tongue I lean in and taste you for the first time. So clean, and sweet. I want more. My hands on your thighs I pull you down in your chair a little so I can reach. He took me to the other room.“Can we talk, then? Are you ready?”“Yes, I want to. I need to.”He went back the kitchen, retrieved two glasses and an open bottle of bourbon. We sat in what had become our own chairs; I had claimed the other one like his for my own. We talked for half an hour about the FBI, the lack of a case, the FBI offer to move me and set me up, and my feelings. He poured us each a little more bourbon. Rather than leaning back into his chair, he leaned his elbows onto his knees,. How cute. “Would you like to take a shower together?”Amelia grinned. “Kay.” Then she frowned. “But no funny stuff! I’m sore.”My heart ached. I loved her so much.Five minutes later I had her giggling.“Leave my girls alone!” she exclaimed with a giggle, shoving my soapy hands away from her pert breasts. She covered them with her arms and frowned. “I said no funny stuff, Mike!”I adored teasing her. Rufus barked at me. Amelia had a guard dog now. “Your girls?” I asked with a laugh.“What’s so funny?. Then a new world started to open up before me. A strange world of red mists filled with buzzing and pulsating stars, where the only things that mattered were my breathing and the smell and taste of the Gas. I felt myself take another big deep breath from the mask, then my eyes slowly closed and the buzzing stars drew me gently into their midst.And then I was floating in a red star-speckled mist that suffused my entire being with an intense tingling buzz. The sound of my deep relaxed breathing,.